The doors to the hall creaked open just as he was about to leave and the lady of the manor walked in. Her dark purple hair was in a single braid, cascading down her back. Her eyes were dark brown and her expression emotionless.
The sound of her heels against the stone floors echoed through the hall as she walked in until she stepped onto a puddle of blood and flesh. The squishing sound sent shivers down the man's spine.
You could never forget such a sound.
The lady stopped in her tracks and looked down. She lifted her right shoe slowly as the blood stuck to base of her heel. Her shoes were ruined and so was her mood. She trailed the blood trails of carnage all the way to its source.
She made eye contact with the tusked creature. The creature did not hide his dirty work, she respected that. His hammer was covered in blood with the horns of the victim stuck to his hammer.
She wondered if he was ready for the consequences.
